again and getting sent to her room because she was acting too prissy.
Lucky moved in front of her father, getting right in his face. âIâm thinking thatâll be Cassieâs decision.â
âWeâll see about that.â Her father started out, then stopped when he was right beside her. âIf those cats arenât gone in two days, theyâre going to the pound. The goddamn things are chewing the feathers in the girlsâ costumes.â
That seemed very minor compared to being given children, but as Cassie had always done with her father, she held her tongue. And took a few steps away from him. Sheâd spent her entire adult life trying not to get embroiled with him and his smutty lifestyle, and she didnât want to start now.
Cassie didnât say goodbye to him. She merely shut the door once her father was gone and then whirled around to face Bernie. Now, here was someone she would confront. Except Lucky beat her to it.
âSay itâs not true,â Lucky demanded. âTell me that Dixie Mae didnât give us custody of some kids.â
Bernie sighed, causing his pudgy belly to jiggle. He pulled open his desk drawer, cracked open a bottle of Glenlivet and downed more than a couple of swigs. âShe did indeed leave Cassie and you custody of two children,â Bernie confirmed.
Of course, the lawyer had already told her that, but hearing it face-to-face gave Cassie a new wallop of panic. No. This couldnât happen now. She couldnât lose it in front of Lucky. In front of anybody.
Lucky, however, didnât seem to notice that she was cruising her way to a panic attack. He was apparently coping with the anxiety in his own way. By cursing a blue streak in an extremely loud voice.
âHow the hell could you let Dixie Mae do something like that?â Lucky yelled. âYou should have stopped her.â
âReally?â Bernie challenged. âYou believe I could have stopped Dixie Mae? Were you ever able to stop her from doing something she insisted on doing?â
âNo, but thatâs beside the point. Dixie Mae and I differed on rodeo stuff. Business. If sheâd mentioned giving me custody of some kids, trust me, I would have stopped her.â
Judging from the groan that followed, Lucky knew that was a partial lie. He would have indeed tried to stop her, but Dixie Mae would have just found a way around it.
The same thing Cassie had to do in this situation.
âNeither Lucky nor I knew that Dixie Mae had anything to do with any children,â Cassie started. âWhen did it happen? How did it happen?â she amended.
âIâm not sure of all the details,â Bernie answered. âUntil Dixie Mae showed up here, itâd been years since Iâd seen her. She said she wanted me to do the paperwork because I was local.â
Local? Cassie figured there was more to it than that. Maybe Dixie Maeâs usual lawyer didnât handle situations like this. Or maybe her grandmother had just tried to be sneaky because her lawyer in San Antonio perhaps would have contacted Cassie to let her know something fishy was going on. And this definitely qualified as fishy.
âDixie Mae said a couple of months ago an old friend of hers got very sick,â Bernie continued. âThis friend was taking care of her grandkids and asked Dixie Mae to step in for a while.â
All right. There was the out Cassie had been hoping for. âYou can contact the grandmother and tell her to resume custody.â
Bernie shook his head. âThe grandmother died a short time later, and the grandkidsâ parents arenât in the picture. Theyâre both dead. Thatâs why Dixie Mae took over legal custody.â
Lucky shook his head, too. âWell, she must have hired a nanny or something because Dixie Mae never had any kids with her when she came to work.â
âShe did have a nanny, a couple of them, in fact,â Bernie